I was home alone. My mom was at work, she was a single mother taking care of three kids there wasnt much she could do. My brothers and sisters were 2 and 7 and me 9. My 2 year old brother was sleeping in his bed. My 7 year old sister was taking a shower, and i was sitting on the couch in the livingroom watching tv. Then there was a knock on the door, and stayed still for a minute and muted the tv. Then the knock came again and i was frightened i got up from the couch stood at the door and tryed to peek the peephole to see if it was anybody i recognized. My mom had always said never answer the door when you are home alone. But since i was old enough to watch my brothers and sisters i thought i was old enough to recognize when there was danger and when there wasnt. After the moment of silence the person on the outside tried to knock down the door. I was trying ot run away as fast and as quietly as i could. I ran into my brothers bedroom and picked him up and as my sister was stepping out of the shower i ran into the bathroom and we all stayed there until the person left. My sister; Macy was trying to ask why we were all in there , i whispered quietly just be quiet. She didnt make a peep and neither did i. Then my litte brother woke up because i was shaking and he started crying. The thief heard us and starting walking towards the bathroom and i took out my phone trying to dial 911 and my hands were to fidgety and i dropped the phone as he kicked down the door. He stared at us and i didnt know what to do as i was pulled by my arm along with my brothers and sisters behind me. We were all crying. He yanked us to his car. We sat there until he was finished stealing anything he could make profit off of. I was petrified because for more t... ... middle of paper ... ...ation was done i asked Mr. Bridge if he could please take us home even though he was a thief and may have wanted to spend more time with us, i didnt hate him he wasnt that bad of a person he justed wanted love. After about 35 minutes the man drove us home and let me see my mom. I opened the door and jumped into my moms arms and gave the best of love i could bear i will never take anything for granted anymore. Its alright i forgive you for everything theres no reason to be sad. I was no longer mad at you once i hung up the phone i realized it was just me and my petty acts that got me in trouble again. Well you never have to worry anymore i took down on my position as the boss of the store so that i could just become a regular employee well actually an assistant manager which gives me less hours so i get to see you kids more. Thank you mom i love you more than ever.
In The Ways We Lie, Stephanie Ericsson expresses the inevitability of lying and the way it is casually incorporated into our everyday lives. She personally brings light to all the forms of lying and some that are often not recognized as a lie. Ericsson questions the reasons and validity behind lies by highlighting the effects and consequences.
The time I was lost at Walmart, I was six years old I was mad about something and that’s when I started wandering off somewhere until finally I turned around my mom was gone I looked all around couldn’t find her anywhere the feeling of me being by myself without know one being here with me to protect me or be here with me, I felt like I lost her forever and that I can’t find her anywhere because Walmart was like a huge store so it was gonna be tough to find her, after a while I started crying and calling her name “mom!”, at that moment one of the employees at the store helped me find my mom by operating on this entercom and called her name luckily I knew her name because if I didn’t how else will I suppose to find her, next they called her
“Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one’s definition of your life, but define yourself.”– Harvey Fierstein
As I stood next to the goat pen, I noticed my dad in his grey pickup sped into our driveway. His vehicle being followed by several others with flashing lights, although the last vehicle scared me the most. It was an ambulance. I remember being so scared I couldn't move at all, I was speechless. When I
When initially asked about the morality of lying, it is easy for one to condemn it for being wrong or even corrupt. However, those asked are generally guilty of the crime on a daily basis. Lying is, unfortunately, a normal aspect of everyday life. In the essay “The Ways We Lie,” author Stephanie Ericsson makes note of the most common types of lies along with their consequences. By ordering the categories from least to most severe, she expresses the idea that lies enshroud our daily lives to the extent that we can no longer between fact and fiction. To fully bring this argument into perspective, Ericsson utilizes metaphor, rhetorical questions, and allusion.
One night I was kitchen washing the dishes when all of the sudden my mother walked in and asked me if I have talked to my dad. I had replied that I hadn't heard from him in about a year. The next thing I know the words "Your Grandpa passed away yesterday morning, nobody knows were your dad is and they can't keep his body in the morgue past tomorrow." came from her mouth. I just stood there in shock, I couldn’t do anything. She told me to get ready and that we could drive up to my dads house in Ona. When we got there the windows were broken and covered up with some type of sheet and there was a piece of paper on his door that read "Go away. Just leave me alone...please.". We wrote a note and put it on the door and went home. That night I laid in my bed screaming inside my head and crying my eyes out for over a hour. In the morning I had a huge panic attack. I kept hearing ringing and buzzing noises and I could hardly breathe. It took me about thirty minutes to work up the nerve to come out of my bedroom. I ended up going
My mom, my sister, and I lifted my brother into the car. He felt as if he had eaten a ton of bricks. The towels were thrown into the car with haste. Then the car door slammed shut and off they dove to the hospital. The hospital is about 20 minutes away, 30 minutes with traffic. Since no one else went to the hospital with my mom we just have to take my brothers word that my mom sped. My mom said that all of a sudden he came out of shock. He started screaming louder and tried to make sense of what was happening. When they arrived at the hospital they were rushed to a room. The nurses cut off his blood soaked pants. They threw his shirt in a bag to get washed. the whole time my mom was gone with my brother my siblings and I prayed and talked. We had never had someone in our immediate family get this badly injured since my dad’s accident which was when my sister was just born and I (the oldest) was just a baby. My great-grandma and great-aunt were dead but other than that I haven’t really experienced much death. We knew he wouldn’t die but in the moment it seemed like anything could
Ok. One night my sister and I were at my father’s house. He lives in Kingsville on 10 maybe 9 acres of land in this [small pause, looks at ceiling] I wouldn’t really call it a farmhouse, just a kind of small house out there. The previous person who lived in the house was supposedly shipped to an asylum, for, you know, normal stuff [pause] schizophrenic or something. My sister and I were at the house one night and we were cleaning up the house while my dad was on some sort of job out of the state and my step mom was at work in the hospital. We were doing our stuff, and then the power flickered, and came back on. We didn’t think anything of it. Then, outside of the door, we heard a noise, kinda like a dog barking, but like, just enough not so that we knew it wasn’t. So, we hear this noise, and start to get fre...
February 2000, I ran away. I was tried of being raped. I could not take it any more. See I was raped since I was two years old. There are three of us. Sister M, which is older by five years, and sister T, which is the baby. I am the Middle child. Our punishment was to be raped. Now. I was the strong one of the bunch. Therefore, if anything would go wrong, I would say I did it. I would take the blunt of the abuse, since I knew I could take it. I knew I was the strong one. I would always count down that I only had this many years till I would be 18 and I would be able to move out. In February, I could not do it any more I could not take it any more. I just could not hold it in any more. I had to tell my story. I ran away. I came back in the middle of the night and kidnapped my baby sister, because I was not going to leave her behind.
The Tv was turned off. The next day we check outside but it was havoc every jew in the place trying to hide and them being pulled out of their home violently. With no respect police firing their gun nearby children. All of them were crying and trying to run away from the worst next days of their lives. There was a knock at the door it like a bear was trying to break it down. My family and I were scared to death when we heard the knock. My dad told us to hide down in the basement. We all didn’t question him we ran quietly but swiftly. We ran down and down the stairs without looking back for one second. I heard the door creak.
As I walked out of the courthouse and down the ramp, I looked at my mom in disappointment and embarrassment. Never wanting to return to that dreadful place, I slowly drug my feet back to the car. I wanted to curl up in a little ball and I didn't want anyone else to know what I had done. Gaining my composure, I finally got into the car. I didn't even want to hear what my mom had to say. My face was beat red and I was trying to hide my face in the palms of my hands because I knew what was about to come; she was going to start asking me questions, all of the questions I had been asking myself. Sure enough, after a short period of being in the car, the questions began.
When I came inside I was so cold that I felt like a ice cube so my mom made me some hot chocolate. The hot chocolate was steaming hot! I had to wait for 8 mins, but it was worth it because it was so tasty and warm. My mom then told me that dinner was done. When I had smelt the delicious dinner mom made, my stomach had roared with hunger and I swear everyone heard it. We had a giant turkey, some mashed potatoes, and mac cheese it was the perfect family dinner, so delicious. When dinner was done, my mom said I had to lay down for school tomorrow so I leaped in my warm, cozy bed and put the covers over me and my mom said “Goodnight.” Man, today just seemed to fly by so quickly with all the excitement I had. As i drifted off to sleep all i could think about was how much fun my day was and I wish every week we had a snow
I had spent the night at a friend’s house and I couldn’t sleep so I called my mom to come get me and bring me home. On our way home I talked to her about how I wasn’t comfortable sleeping away from home and how it scared me. When we got home I rushed to the door because my grandma and my little sister Alyssa were waiting for me. As I opened the front door I could hear screaming and voices I had never heard before. My heart started racing and I couldn’t think about anything but that I wanted to see what was going on. I shoved the front door open and my mom rushed to be behind me. As we walked into the house I was my grandmother screaming at someone and hiding my little sister behind her. Alyssa looked terrified like she was being attacked. My mom
It all started one hot summer morning at sunrise, July 5th 2012 around 3 am the day after the 4th of July holiday. I was awakened by the crying and screaming of my family over me yelling at me “Get UP FUNMI PLEASE”! And as I jumped up startled and shaking wondering what’s going on walking into my, mother’s room seeing a rainfall of tears fall down her face, she then tells me with the most hurtful voice ever “YOUR BROTHER HAS BEEN SHOT AND KILLED”! I completely went into shock as, I could feel my heart drop I started to panic badly wishing, and praying, and hoping saying to myself I wish that someone would pinch me, and wake me up from this terrible dream. The news I had gotten at that moment felt so unreal never would a day go pass in, which I would have thought about going through a loss of one of my siblings this soon.
...y brother and took the dog out. I jumped into the shower and did a fast wash. I ran to my bedroom to get dressed and took a quick look at the clock. I had plenty of time. I got dressed, and I even changed my shirt twice because I could. I went down for breakfast and the coffee was ready. But, I was alone. My heart started racing. In my hurry to get ready, I did not notice that my mom and brother were not up. “Oh no”, I thought. I dashed to my mom’s room and yelled, “Get Up, Get Up!, you need to hurry or I am going to be late for school.” My mom looked at me and said, “Why are you in such a big rush today, when normally I cannot get you to open your eyes at this time?” I yelled, “Hurry or I am going to be tardy and get suspended.” My mom just smiled and pulled the covers over her head. As she did that, I could just hear her say, “Trace it is Saturday.”